The Dragonslayer

I am moving my office to Union Square in a few days. I admit to feeling a bit anxious about all of this. More space, more rent, more work. But before I let myself go too far, I stop.

I have faith. Faith that I am making the right decision. Faith that this is the time to make this move. I have a vision of the practice that I wish to create. I have a vision of the type of therapists and support staff I wish to employ and have around me.

I am stealing this line, but it "does take a village." I am not good enough or multi-faceted enough or even have enough time to do all of this myself. I have had help. And for that I am grateful. I think I have been good to people and in return I have received gifts in return. I do not see this changing as my scenery changes, as the challenges and opportunities change.

Pride and Dependence

I often have clients ask if I think they are codependent. Frankly, I don't know what that means. I believe that that one word has been so overused and bastardized over the years. Maybe we should be asking this question:

Am I relying on you too much for my own success and happiness?

We are creatures of habit. Because of this, we often consciously or unconsciously get comfortable in our ways of doing things, without realizing that we may not be utilizing our own skill set as effectively as we should be.

PEOPLE WHO CARE

A few significant things: "they" took down my "I am Powerful" poster at the 23rd Street PATH Station and replaced it with an ad for Daffy's. It was odd--I felt a real loss for a few days, and it made me angry that a good message to all of humanity was replaced with a cheap ad. And, by the way, Daffy's had to take over 3 of the boards--couldn't 1 have been enough? I'm only asking.

The other thing: At night, on the southbound side of the F line at 23rd Street, there has been a young mother and her daughter--probably my daughter's age--homeless, asking for food and money. I passed by them a few times, but finally stopped on Friday evening--it was very cold here in New York that night--and asked, "Do you have somewhere to go?" She replied that they go to the shelter at night. My heart was sick--I gave her a $20 and told her to take care of herself and her little girl. Where are the people who care in her life? Are there any?